The recklessness of being, and the anatomy of grace.

In the morning, when I ponder and pray, often the words of my mind speak the conclusion before the process.

I see it.

I just haven’t described it yet.

That’s because I learn in reverse.

Oh My God.

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God, the ownership of myself is yours. I am in awe of you, because I don’t measure up.

I measure my brokenness by something that is not broken.

That’s the testing standard.

That’s called a control.

That’s where it starts.

The relationship, I mean.

Control of one’s self, measured and weighed against an unbroken standard.

Step one is admitting that you and I have a problem.

The process of grace swiftly sometimes slowly follows, but always returns.

Because He loves us first.